Note at the top: I've decided to rewrite this. When I do, I'll replace all the existing chapters at once.
Star-Picking Pavilion
The Imperial Preceptor studied the heavens by night and counted on his fingers, but could not make out the future. All he could see was a line pointing east. A falling star descended in the east, wrapped around a child. Magical beasts cried out in unison, and the gears slowly began to turn...
When Qing Ling was five, she saved the neglected Ninth Prince, Murong Xiao. From then on, their fates became intertwined, impossible to separate.
After the Academy Palace incident, they parted ways, seemingly destined never to cross paths again...
“I want that throne. Will you help me?”
“And if I refuse, what will you do?”
“...You have no choice...”
“Is that so?”
But she helped him all the same. After securing his position as Crown Prince, she disappeared without a trace. Asked how she felt, she replied, “I've repaid the bond we've shared all these years. From now on, our paths will never cross again.”
But later, Qing Ling saw Murong Xiao again. They stood on opposing sides, gazing at each other through thick black fog, hatred, and bloodshed. One stood in splendid glory; the other was covered in wounds and dark mist.
Qing Ling was composed, and she was calm. But she was also the one who lost control. The raging inner demon said to her:
“You chose another path without hesitation. Qing Ling, do you truly have no regrets?” The mysterious voice spoke in a bewitching tone.
“Too bad... What you say is awfully tempting. But you, of all people, you... Of all things, you are what I hate most. So get out of my way... I won't let you control me...”
A streak of fire split the darkness, exposing what lay within: her deepest fear. But from that day on, she was invincible and feared nothing.
From now on, I only wish for you to follow your heart. That's all. Sister, I love you!
Qing Ling
A bell rang. Burdened with sin and wounds, she could not escape the painful memories that haunted her.
From that moment on, they were already caught in this maelstrom, rising and falling together.
Qing Ling
Dark sorcery demands the love and hatred of those with deep attachments, and the most extreme darkness this world can offer. When the memory of a scene like hell on earth, when the souls of young girls are sold and sacrificed, the story descends into another abyss.
A spirit weapon born to protect eventually brought harm to the people and everything around it.
Love is the most powerful weapon in the world. I love you. I remain in this world for you. Even if the price I must pay is far greater than this, I have no regrets.
It was born for you., Chu Xuan
All things, all life in this world: what is love?
Perhaps it is you, or perhaps it is the beautiful things in this world. But... if... if what you do in the end is like this... it becomes repulsive.
1. The heroine, Qing Ling, arrives in this world and embarks on a series of adventures. Yes, she transmigrates.
2. Qing Ling doesn't care whether other people live or die. She's ruthless, but she won't kill the innocent indiscriminately. She acts a little crazy and cold, and generally doesn't pretend to be a child, even though she's young.
3. I'm not very good at writing romance, but I'll do my best. For various reasons, whether they confess their feelings is left to the characters' own interpretation.
4. I'll try to write Murong Xiao's career arc and political scheming, but I'm not smart enough, so there may be quite a few plot holes (please don't hold it against me). As I wrote, the story developed into a lighthearted adventure. The political scheming... probably only takes up a tiny part.
5. I'll update daily and finish the story if I have chapters stockpiled. (Bows.) I'll replace everything at once in early July.
Please communicate kindly. I'll do my best to make changes.
Premise: None
"Province" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ body
"Good" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Unpalatable